Outside the atmosphere, in near-Earth orbit.
A colossal Krypton ship, like a silent steel behemoth, hovered above the Earth.
In front of the giant holographic screen on the bridge, General Zod stood with his hands behind his back, his resolute face revealing no superfluous emotion.
The ultimatum to all humanity has been sent out for some time now, and he is still waiting for the highest authority of this backward planet to end its lengthy meeting and bow down to him.
However, before Earth could yield, a barrage of high-risk energy alerts suddenly appeared on the screen.
"General, a large-scale, unexplained genetic mutation has occurred on the surface of this planet."
Lieutenant Faora strode forward and zoomed in on the monitored footage.
On the screen, in what was once a bustling city, on every street, grayish-white monsters were tearing through flesh and bursting out of bodies.
The menacing bone spikes and violent power caused General Zod's pupils to contract sharply, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.
Damn it, he knows this thing all too well.
This is clearly the most infamous super bio-weapon in Krypton history: Doomsday.
Although the auras of these monsters before us are still quite mixed, seemingly some kind of immature secondary derivative, there are still tens of thousands of them here.
If Kal-El is unfortunately torn to pieces in this chaos, Krypton's hope for revival will be completely extinguished!
"Lock onto Earth immediately! Mobilize all personnel! Land on Earth right now!"
Zod turned around abruptly and gave Faora a stern command.
"But, General, the number of these monsters is increasing rapidly."
Faora stepped forward, her eyes filled with hesitation. The Krypton People of today couldn't afford any more sacrifices!
"If our landing craft were to attempt a forced landing on Earth at this moment, they would surely be instantly overwhelmed by these mindless Beast."
You think I don't know?!
Zod whirled around, his black and red cloak fluttering wildly in the turbulent air.
"But Carl contains Krypton's only Genetic Codex!"
A palpable rage and urgency surged from the depths of his eyes.
"Once he's torn to pieces by those monsters, the flame of Krypton will be extinguished completely in these ruins!"
"Pass on my orders: immediately airdrop and rescue Carl El!"
Zod slammed his fist on the control panel, and the metal plate dented with a loud crash.
"Save him at all costs! I cannot let Krypton perish here!"
Meanwhile, in Gotham City.
Deep inside the dark and damp Batcave, several huge monitoring screens were flashing red lights wildly.
Bruce Wayne sat steadily in front of the computer, his face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.
As Gotham's Dark Knights, he certainly couldn't be like some hot-blooded brute who would rush into the street to fight monsters hand-to-hand.
Are you kidding me? The outside is full of monsters over three meters tall, and even anti-materiel sniper rifles can't penetrate them. Charging out would be suicide.
Due to his significant disadvantage in combat strength, he decisively chose the most rational course of action.
Use your money to buy several monsters that others have captured.
Inside a reinforced glass isolation chamber not far away, three nascent Lesser Doomsday were frantically pounding on the high-voltage power grid, emitting ear-piercing roars.
"Body temperature exceeds 200 degrees Celsius, cell division and healing speed is tens of thousands of times faster than normal humans, and pain receptors are completely eliminated."
Bruce ignored the constant alarms emanating from the glass partition, his eyes fixed on the scan data and monitoring analysis on the screen.
He was calculating rapidly in his mind, trying to find a possible treatment to reverse the viral infection, or to directly identify its weaknesses that could be fatal.
It doesn't matter if you can't win at first; as long as you analyze the core weakness, you can use the power of spending money to create the most ruthless targeted equipment.
While Batman was in seclusion analyzing the data, other superhumans outside had already reluctantly stepped up to take his place.
On a street on the outskirts of the Metropolis, an out-of-control bus is about to be overturned by several gray-white monsters.
A beautiful and dashing figure suddenly descended from the sky.
Wonder Woman Diana appeared, Godkiller. With a flick of her wrist, the sharp blade flashed with a deadly glint.
With a soft thud, a simple, unadorned slash sent the head of the newly mutated monster at the front of the room crashing to the ground.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! Retreat to sturdy buildings in an orderly manner!"
Diana raised her divine shield and slammed away another attacking aberration, doing everything in her power to protect the citizens behind her and stabilize the chaotic situation.
Our gaze crosses the continent to the other side, to Coast City on the west coast.
Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, hovered in mid-air, his right hand's Green Lantern Ring emitting an unprecedentedly bright light.
A massive amount of green energy surged rapidly in mid-air, directly materializing into an energy hammer that was over ten meters long.
"Try this, you disgusting rats!"
With a deafening roar, the green hammer, carrying terrifying wind pressure, slammed into the ground, easily flattening five or six howling monsters like whack-a-mole.
Just when Hal thought the situation was barely under control, a new arm covered in sharp barbs suddenly sprang out from the piles of smashed flesh and grabbed his green hammer handle.
The flattened monster not only didn't die, but its reformed body grew an even harder keratinous carapace.
Hal broke out in a cold sweat.
These damn things are not only ridiculously tough, but they can also keep evolving during battle!
Individual bravery seems far too powerless in the face of this global biohazard crisis.
While these Lesser Doomsday are not nearly as monstrous as the one that perished alongside Superman in the storyline, they still possess basic stats and unreasonable regenerative abilities.
The most dangerous thing is that the sheer number of these monsters is terrifying.
Moreover, some of these genetically superior mutants not only possess considerable strength but also the ability to evolve in combat, completing a second and third round of evolution even after suffering severe injuries.
In the monitoring hall of the Global Defense Command, the urgent red alarms sounded incessantly, filling one with despair.
The infection dots on the big screen spread like a flood bursting its banks, soaring out of control and exceeding the terrifying 100,000 mark in just a short time.
The conventional military defenses of countries around the world were instantly paralyzed by the first wave of the Doomsday attack.
Tanks were overturned, and attack helicopters were smashed to pieces by the Doomsday from the sky.
In less than ten minutes, this vast and beautiful blue planet was transformed into a hellish place littered with severed limbs.
At this moment when the whole world is plunged into despair.
A tall figure draped in a red cloak burst forth from the thick clouds.
Superman appeared in the sky.
Clark Kent lowered his head, looking down at the desolate, ravaged Earth beneath his feet.
Current number of Doomsday: 107,000